Homai to Aroha
Ohh, another ‘WTF is that mate’ moment :)
I am thrilled to officially announce (drum roll please), that I am OFF the Electoral Roll!
I know Right … what the figety fuck … Let Me Explain (once again: an explanation of the Me variety is Not a Reason to qualify, quantify or give justification to something I do … ) :
Hmmmm. So I’ve been waiting for this for awhile. I actually started enquiring about having my name taken off the roll before the last elections, but as typical bearaucratic bullshit would have it, it’s taken this long to get it off completely.
I’ve been on the Unpublished Roll for like 15 or so years, and ended up on it due to some stalker at my girls school, who’d drive around at night and try and find where we lived … ewww, that was not a cool year …
But anyway, back then, I thought voting was not just a right / freedom blah blah, but a legal requirement. I hadn’t thought to ask, and definitely hadn’t looked into it at all … this was at the beginning of my Decolonisation journey …
And I swallowed whole-heartedly what I had been sold … that but voting and staying abreast of the current political who-ha, that having a say and being ‘active’ within my community, (Note: Active, Not Activist … GOVT don’t like the latter …) then I would be able to ‘make a difference’ for the multi-cultured, multi-layered New Zealand that I lived in, and was raising my children in.
Pffft. What a fucking joke.
Enter 2017: after a very long journey with Decol, responding, racism oozing from all corners of the universe, misogyny doing the ooze as well … watching our repugnant government ram the same lies down the throats of My people … and them swallowing it hook line and sinker. We had over 8-10 years (I stopped counting how long they’d been in government when they started selling our water …) of a ruthless national government, only interested in money and not interested in the human misery cost; wielding their big stick and desecrating what was left of an already vulnerable society.
The society I refer to, is Ours … the Brown Womans one.
What was interesting about this decimation, was it was felt by white-middle-to-upper-class NZ. So those of us that had been at the bottom of the stats for a very long time; who had gotten used to it, but more importantly had figured out how to live within, with and away from ‘it’ – were able to sit back and watch middle NZ whine about losing their jobs and having to line up for the unemployment and how humiliating it was … how they couldn’t afford to pay their mortgages or pay for food … or pay extra on the power bill … or their kids were wearing last seasons clothes … OMG …
And from my arm chair I’m thinking, ‘cry me a fucking river’ … no wait, we don’t own the rivers anymore … and whats left of them are as polluted as fuck! Anyway .. in amongst all that and whilst trying to ‘re-write my personal narrative’ … I decided I needed to extract myself from their parasitical system.
You see, they (the Crown) don’t give a shit about the Indigenous here. They never have. They didn’t come here to cohabitate. That came to Take and annihilate. And they’ve been doing it ever since.
But the ‘my bad’ moment also lies with Us.
We insist on asking them for assistance, like they know better than We do. We’ve become well trained niggahs, who bow and kneel, hoping that we’ll get something good, or won’t get a beating … that ‘these white folks must know what they’re doing …’
But they don’t. They’re cruel, cunning and lazy.
And I am not interested in being part of that system anymore. They’re not interested in what we have to say and they steal the ideas that benefit them and expect the rest for free.
Soooo …. in this rather long mindfulness thoughting process … I say ‘Fuck the Crown’ … ‘Fuck the Norms’ … ‘Fuck the Freebies’ and ‘Fuck anything that would hold a niggah down’.
Homie don’t play that one any more.